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Authors: Ella Gottfried
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This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.
“Emily, are you up darling?” I heard my husband Joe, calling
to me.
“I’m in the bathroom, dear. Are you leaving?” We sounded
like one of those television programs from the 1950s and I giggled as I
showered. Sometimes being married was amusing.
“I’m leaving now, yes. I just wanted to let you know what to
expect this weekend.” He paused for a moment and my excitement built.
I envisioned a quick flight to Las Vegas, or maybe a
romantic trip to Quebec, Canada. Something fun but grownup would be lovely.
“Yes, my love?” I prompted as his hesitation continued.
“Ahem, well. I’ll be out of cellphone range most of the time
but I’ll be able to get a signal in the evenings if you need me.” He said
quickly, as though he were trying to get it all out once.
“What?” I asked, not quite sure I was hearing what I thought
I was hearing.
“Well, me and some of the guys are going to run down to
Maryland, do some sailing and fishing on the Chesapeake Bay. I didn’t want you
to worry.” He said, attempting to walk away.
I opened the door of the shower and stared at him, my mind
exploding in anger and hurt. He’d been going on about this “getaway” for a
while now and had made it sound like he had something planned for both of us.
Apparently not!
“This whole time? This whole time you’ve been planning a
getaway for yourself? Not us but for you?” I asked, totally beyond the happy
wife I’d been two minutes ago.
“I thought you’d enjoy some time to yourself more, maybe
even make a few changes in the house. Buy some new curtains or something.” Joe
stammered out, trying to leave again.
“Really? Shopping for curtains? You are so impossible
sometimes, so utterly clueless!” I cried as I threw my wet washcloth at his
head.
He ducked it before running down the stairs, knowing he was
in trouble.
I doubted he understood why he was in trouble however. Men
can be stupid like that, can’t they?
My husband had been leading me on, allowing me to entertain
notions of a romantic holiday for both of us while he’d been planning a fishing
trip for himself and his buddies the whole time.
The man didn’t care about our marriage and honestly, with
all of the time he was spending with his male friends I was beginning to wonder
if he might be about to come out of the closet. It happens, don’t think it
doesn’t.
And I was left here to cater to his image of me as a
housewife with nothing better to do than hang curtains. Putting on my pink
terrycloth bathrobe, the long heavy one that I loved pampering myself in after
a shower, I went to the counter and brushed out my hair, telling myself I was
not going to stand for this.
I’d spent the previous night wondering if I could really
allow myself to have an affair, if my marriage was so far gone that Joe would
even notice.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I realized I could and
would, if young Ben from next door was willing.
And from what I’d seen so far he was more than willing.
When the doorbell rang I knew immediately who was at the
door. Looking at myself I decided I had a role to play and I was going to do
it.
I trundled down the stairs and opened the door, teasing at
my hair with my fingers to give it a tussled look. Moving to the door I
plastered on a blank but happy look as I pulled the door open.
“Oh, hello Ben, I wasn’t expecting you until later. Please,
come in…” My words broke off as I tripped on the overly long edge of the robe,
part of my plan, and Ben caught me.
He pulled me to his chest to break my fall and my arms went
around his shoulders to stop myself.
Our eyes locked together but then his dropped as he looked
down at my now bare chest. The robe had fallen down off my shoulders and my
bare breasts were on full display.
His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to take one of my
tempting dark rose nipples into his mouth, but then he blinked.
Ben looked up at me, embarrassed at how close his mouth had
come to my breast as he set me away from him and shut the door.
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Robins; I didn’t mean to pull on your
robe like that.” Ben muttered, looking away from me.
“Why are you sorry?” I asked, shrugging a little more so
that the robe would slip a little further, revealing my flat stomach.
I moved closer to him, inhaling his scent.
This was the moment when he’d either run away or give in to
temptation. I hoped it was the latter because if he ran away I had a lifetime
of embarrassment to deal with.
I could see his pulse hammering away in his throat and a
moment of doubt flitted across his face before his right hand rose, sliding
under the robe, pushing it lower.
“I guess I’m not. Not really, Mrs. Robins.” Ben responded
finally as he pulled me back to his chest, his lips crushing down on mine.
His lips were firm but soft, silky, and he tasted of mint
gum.
I knew he tasted of mint gum because I darted my tongue
out to lick his lips, to encourage the liberties he was taking with my mouth.
His mouth opened and his tongue swirled into mine at a
tempo my own couldn’t keep up with.
I slowed his movements by placing my hand on the side of
his face and pulling away.
The eagerness of youth was appealing, but not what I
wanted at the moment.
We backed into the wall, the belt on my robe falling open
as I moved, and his lips stayed on mine as we slowly learned each other’s tastes
with slow movements that drug out the pleasure of kissing another human being.
His hands tentatively moved to my waist, not sure of where
he wanted to touch first.
His lips broke away from mine and Ben smeared a kiss
across my cheek to me ear.
“You are so beautiful Mrs. Robins. Emily.” My name sounded
strange on his tongue, as though he’d never expected to call me by my first
name.
Of course, he never had. Ben was a good boy and always
spoke to me respectfully with a proper Mrs. Robins.
“You’re a rather handsome young man, yourself, Ben.” I
said before pulling him up to my bedroom. “Follow me; I have some rods I need
your help with.”
“I’ll be happy to help you any way I can, Emily.” He
responded, following behind me eagerly.
“Good, I have a lot of work that needs doing.” I said as I
pushed him to the bed.
He fell down, the carpenter shorts pulling tight across
his hard cock as his university t-shirt snagged on his elbows, revealing a flat
muscular stomach that tempted me to taste his smooth flesh.
I have to admit, my mind never once reminded me of the
fact that I was married, it only said taste him, feel him, and fuck him. And so
I did.
I shook out the length of my red hair, allowing it to
tease my hips and his eyes widened as his hands came up. Obviously he wanted to
get his hands in it.
I leaned over, letting the robe fall away from my hungry
body, and started to pull his belt loose before unbuttoning his pants.
Oh yes, Ben was eager!
The bulge in his pants told me all I needed to know about
just how eager he was.
I tamped down on my own eagerness, knowing he was young
and might not have the control some men have as they age. But I was eager.
Oh so eager.
I quickly stripped him of his shoes and shorts, pulling
his underwear down with the shorts to reveal a nice big cock all for me.
I grinned up at the barely breathing young man before
licking him from his balls to the tip of his throbbing cock.
He felt huge in my hand and I explored every inch of him
with my tongue, getting him nice and slick before taking him in my mouth to
suck him long and hard.
Ben let his head fall back and gave a deep moan as I
pulled at his dick with my cheeks and swiped at him with my tongue.
His hands were soon buried in my hair, guiding my
movements.
His moans grew louder and he started rambling to me.
“Oh my god, Emily. You suck my cock so fucking good!” he
said first.
Then, “Fucking hell, nobody’s ever sucked it so good!”
I have to admit, my pussy was not only throbbing with
desire now, but with pleasure at being praised. I rewarded him by swallowing
every inch of his cock I could.
“Fuck, Emily, stop, you have to stop or I’m going to come
in your mouth!” He said urgently, pulling at my hair.
“We have time.” I said before slurping his hard flesh into
my mouth again.
I cupped his balls gently, massaging him and letting my
fingers rub against a spot I knew he’d probably not had touched before. Right
between his ass and his balls the spot gave me the results I wanted and I was
soon swallowing his seed as he shivered out a groan.
“Fucking hell.” He whispered to himself as I swallowed the
last drop, leaving no traces.
I thought he’d take a nap or something equally stupid but
he surprised me.
Ben pulled me up to his face, kissing me deeply as he
pushed me down beside him.
Then he was somehow over me, slowly exploring me with all
of his sense.
His eyes first took in my face, then he kissed his way
down my neck before pulling away to look at the breasts that were now
overflowing his hands.
Then his tongue was on the tip, one after the other before
he chose first one then the other for a long suck in his hot moist mouth.
His hands wandered down my tummy, into the naked flesh of
my pussy and I bucked against him as pleasure burned through me as his questing
fingers found my clit.
“Oh!” was all I could manage to get out as his mouth
pulled strongly on my nipple and his fingers danced around the core of my
pleasure.
“Don’t stop!” I urged as he strummed at the little
pleasure center and I climbed higher.
My nails raked at his back as giddy waves of pleasure
broke through me.
His body was so unfamiliar but so exciting and I tried to
touch every bit of him that I could as my body writhed beneath his.
Finally, my breath returned to normal and the bright
colors that had been flashing behind my eyelids stopped their bright bursts.
He rested over me, watching my face and I knew he was
thinking about what came next.
I reached over into a bedside drawer and took out a
foil-wrapped packet.
“If you’d like?” It was a question and permission.
He tore at the packet with his teeth and shifted with me
as I moved to the center of the bed.
Ben didn’t just fall on me, overly zealous to fuck me, as
I thought he would.
He kissed me again, slowly running his hands over my body
to explore me, to learn me.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long now.” He admitted as
his lips tickled under my ear, inhaling my hair as his fingers wound through
it.
And then he was finally inside of me, his length spearing
through my flesh, making my back arch as my wet heat enveloped him.
“Oh god, you feel so good!” He said as his cock bottomed
out deep inside of me.
He started with eager strokes again, a quick pace that
would drive me over the edge if he managed to hold out for me to follow, but I
slowed him down with a gentle hand at the small of his back.
Clamping my legs around his hips I controlled his pace,
urging him to go slower, deeper, with my own movements meeting his thrusts.
I pushed him over, eager in my own way, and straddled him
as I sank back down onto his cock.
I hoped he was really ready for this.
I started to move against Ben and his hands tightened on
my hips as he looked up at me, his mouth opened in a wide “O”.
I guess he’d never done it like this before.
I moved on him, using my inner muscles to massage him as I
moved his hands up, over my breasts. Ben’s fingers clamped down on my nipples
as I moved my hips in a circular motion, grinding my clit into him with the
motion.
The noises young Ben made beneath me, the way his hands
grasped at me and his hips thrusted up into me were some of the best things
about fucking this young hard cock.
“That’s it Ben, explore me baby. Find the parts that make
me purr.” I urged as his hands dropped down my waist, one going to my hair, the
other wrapping around my ass.
His hand clenched at my ass, guiding my movements before
moving deeper, pushing between the folds of my flesh to find the dark little
star hiding in the depths.
I gasped as his middle finger teased at the hole,
wondering if he’d be brave enough, what it would feel like.
Joe declared asses off limits long ago, deeming them dirty,
but Ben seemed to be considering it as his eyes widened and his lips formed a
grin.
“Uh huh.” I said, letting him know that was good.
My body convulsed as his finger slowly slid in, just a
little, not even
in
really, but there, and I was coming hard around him.
My mouth was open wide as his other hand pushed a finger
onto my tongue, my back arching as my hair fell onto his thighs, tickling him
there.
The clenching of my pussy must have pushed him over the
edge, or perhaps my wet tongue licking at his finger did it, but either way Ben
was following behind me, his condom covered cock throbbing inside me.
I could feel his pulses and it drove me deeper into the
orgasm. I came harder than I’ve come in a long time and my wail of pleasure
probably had the neighbors looking around.
I slumped against his chest as the orgasm left me finally,
and he kissed the top of my head.
“Thanks.” I murmured, wanting to nap now.
I let the pleasant languor of satisfaction roll through
me, enjoying the moment as I slid off of him and onto my bed.
“That was awesome, Mrs. Ro…I mean Emily.” Ben said,
looking over at me with strong, perfect, white teeth.
“So you aren’t feeling all terrible now?” I asked, running
a French-tipped nail over his chest.
“Nah, not really. I mean I have a girlfriend, but what we
just did? Fuck.” Ben said, his eyes turning inwards as he thought about his
girlfriend.
“It’s okay, I have a husband. I’m not looking for a
relationship here, just sex.” I assured him as I stroked the nail over a
nipple. The hiss of Ben’s breath as he inhaled sharply was satisfying.
“So you want to do this again?” He asked, hope in his
eyes.
“Of course, silly boy! But we do have to get some work
done or Joe and your Dad might get suspicious. And I really do need my new
curtain rods hung. Why don’t we do that then we’ll go for a swim?” I offered as
Ben’s dick started to rise again.
“Can we just fuck real quick once more? Please?” Ben asked
with a pleading look.
I couldn’t turn the look down and kissed his full lips
again.
“Follow me to the kitchen.” I said as I sprinted away from
him, grabbing my robe from the floor.
Ben chased down the stairs after me, my hair flying behind
me, as we ran into the kitchen. Ben grabbed me just as I reached the island and
he pulled me up by my ass, plunking me down on the island before sliding his
hard cock into me.
I wrapped my legs around him, my arms going under his to
pull him tightly to me as my nails raked at his skin once more.
Ben worked hard, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he
held back his own release, working into me deep and hard.
I looked into his eyes as we fucked and sucked on his
bottom lip.
A shiver went through my lover and his hand fell to my
clit, his thumb pressing in a circle until Ben had me panting beneath him on my
kitchen island.
I pressed my feet into his ass, halting his thrusting as I
ground into him the way I needed to and then my pants turned into a wail as my
body spasmed, leaving me breathless to make any further sound.
Ben urged me on, telling me how beautiful I was as I came
around his cock, then he joined me, my teeth biting into his shoulder as his
release drove me into another one.
As I came down my body just let loose and I almost fell
off of the island, but Ben caught my real “fall” this time as well and sat me down
in a chair.
“Okay,” I said as I grinned up at Ben. “Now we really have
to hang curtain rods.”
He grinned back at me, a slightly guilty look on his face
but then it disappeared.
“Go get your clothes and I’ll make us some lunch. Then we
work!” I insisted as I pushed him in the direction of the stairs, a satisfied
grin on my face as I gave a quiet sigh.
Oh yes, this was going to work, if I could just keep it
quiet.